Poem : The Pope Lights A Candle At Auschwitz

Poem : The Pope Lights A Candle At Auschwitz

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The Pope lights a candle at Auschwitz.
But there can never be light there.
It was dark when the numbers were inked onto skin.
It was night when families were separated into fit and frail.
It was black as they climbed over each other as the gas came.
No lights, no birds, no God.

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